Amber did not reply.
She raised her sword again.
Her aura surged, clean and unwavering. The forest around her bent slightly, as if acknowledging her presence.
She moved.
This time, her sword did not shine brightly. Instead, it grew silent. The blade seemed to vanish at the edge, blending with the air itself.
"Silent Crown Severance," she whispered.
Damor's smile faded.
The attack arrived without warning.
A single invisible slash cut through the battlefield. The ground split open in a straight line that extended far beyond the forest and into the hills beyond.
Damor crossed his sword just in time.
The impact sent him skidding backward, his feet digging deep furrows into the earth. His coat was torn, and a thin line of blood appeared across his chest.
Ray's breath caught.
He had never seen anyone push a demon back like that.
But Damor's eyes only burned brighter.
"Good," he said, wiping the blood with his thumb. "Now it is my turn."
The heat surged.
